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About London

So, I’m wanderin’, right, past the kebab shops and blokes yellin’ at nothin’. The city hums, alive, like a coral reef—except it’s grime, not fish. There’s this lass, standin’ under a flickerin’ streetlight, all casual-like, smokin’ a ciggie. She’s got that look—y’know, the one that says, “Oi, you lost, mate?” I reckon she’s the one. Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—bloody hell, I’m no naturist at this! *“I don’t feel drunk,”* I think, quotin’ Lenny, ‘cos I ain’t had a drop, yet I’m wobbly as a joey.

Nourished Touch

These local streets got me like, "This is the life!", just like, you know that Inherent Vice vibe – wild, trippy, so surreal – “I can feel the heat of the dusk, smoke in the alley, echoes of lost dreams.” Crazy, right? Every corner got a story.

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